Without explaining anything, he looked at Luo Huan applying medicine to Luo Ling, with infinite emotion in his eyes.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and the intimacy in my memory seems to have completely disappeared.

Luo Huan didn't know what to say.

Luo Ling didn't want to speak.

Luo Chengkong was also silent.

The father and daughter were tense and did not speak.

After applying the medicine, Luo Ling stood up and said coldly, "Huan'er, I'm back to the room to sleep."

Luo Huan stood up and followed Luo Ling.

Luo Chengkong let out another sigh, raised his arm, blocking the way, "Ling'er, Huan'er, do you have nothing to say to your father?"

"No." Luo Ling raised his eyebrows sarcastically.

Luo Huan was still silent, her eyebrows were frowning slightly, and the doubt in her eyes never dissipated.

"You have nothing to say, I can understand, but I have a lot to say to you, okay, don't leave? Our father and daughter have been missing for many years." Luo Cheng said with sadness.

"Where is Mom, where is she?" Luo Ling was completely unmoved.

For so many years, she and Luo Huan depended on each other and lived so hard and hard. No one cared about their sisters' life or death. The most difficult days had passed. Suddenly, Luo Chengkong changed from a photo on the tombstone to a living person. He came to them and wanted to talk about the father-daughter relationship, but Luo Ling obviously didn't buy it.

"Your mother passed away. In that air crash, she left peacefully and did not suffer." Luo Chengkong sighed in his eyes.

Inadvertently, he bumped into Luo Huan's clean big eyes and suddenly felt like he was seen through.

He looked away, and his heart was shocked.

Why, he feels like he is invisible.

In front of this daughter, it seems that there is no secret hidden.

Looking at Luo Huan again, she found that she was still looking at her, her eyes neither dodging nor dodging, and she seemed to have found nothing.

Is it an illusion?

Luo Chengkong felt a little uncertainty again.

Then he sighed secretly.

Organize your emotions and try to keep your mood calm.

Luo Ling was the one in charge of inquiring, and Luo Huan didn't interrupt when she spoke.

"Mom died instantly, but you are alive."

Luo Chengkong crossed his fingers, "Don't you want your father to be alive?"

"Why don't you come to us when you are alive?" Luo Ling didn't follow the rhythm given by Luo Chengkong at all.

"I have difficulties." Luo Chengkong avoided answering, as if he had great difficulties.

"Why is it coming again now? The difficulties have disappeared?" Luo Ling glared at him sarcastically.

"Ling'er, Huan'er, for so many years, my father misses you very much and always thinks about it." Luo Chengkong was also dodging.

"Yes, we miss you one day every year, when we go to the grave on our deathbed." Luo Ling gave him a blank look.

"You are blaming your father." Luo Chengkong could not continue this rhythmic conversation. He turned his eyes to his other daughter Luo Huan, but was somewhat disappointed to find that Luo Huan was distracted, absent-minded, and his eyes were empty, obviously not paying attention to the conversation between him and Luo Ling.

"Huan'er, I'm tired, let's go to bed. We'll sleep in a room tonight!" Luo Ling got up and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to take Luo Huan away.

There is no meaning or nutritional conversation, a pure waste of time.

This time, Luo Chengkong did not stop him.

...

Back in the room, turned off the lights directly, climbed onto the bed, and went to bed.

The way of communication is to use fingers to strike the rhythm.
Chapter completed!